Part 1..... chapter 9

Finally I got the flat above the Cricketers painted. Our new home. After some irritating nagging - as a bloke would put it - I got my partner to give me a hand. I knew he would after I told him a friend of ours was gonna help me. It soon shot his energy level up to get involved. After all he wouldn't want to look like a lazy shit would he. Although half way through he gave up and fell asleep on the sofa....
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God, the way I'm thinking about him lately is without justice. Maybe because we are still together, known as the perfect couple. Which I guess we were, just like every other couple at first. Being in the pub trade all eyes are on the couple who run it, locals would do anything for any bit of gossip. Only in business you don't want your customers to know your personal affairs. That's one of the reasons why I didn't want to work in the Cricketers bar on a regular basis with my partner. When I did every bodies eyes were on us. When I tried to kiss him he would turn side ways and if I did it quick enough to get a smacker on his lips they felt so tight. Hell would freeze over before he'd let me get my tongue in. I questioned him about this as it made me feel like a twat and not really wanted. The usual crap came out of his mouth, blar, blar, blar, and, I love you. I'm glad I didn't try and put my tongue in now...
Nobody knows what's happening between us but I'm sure a few that know us can tell something is different... I haven't opened up about it and I know he wouldn't have either, so to me, we both know without saying it to each other, that our relationship is all a show right now....

Business at the Cricketers is picking up slowly. I've got bands on every weekend, poker night once a week, drink offers to entice the students, the kitchen is open although not as busy as I would like it. I'm gonna have to talk to the cook, not everything that comes out of that domain is how I want it. I had a restaurant and a cafe with my daughters father years ago in my younger days and we done good for years, so I know that if people like what's coming out of a kitchen they will come back for more. This doesn't seem to be happening with my kitchen. Well, there is an enormous difference between a cook and a chef.... Trust me to employ a cook....!

We've lifted the red carpet up from the pool table and stage area to reveal the original wood flooring, I remember it being there in the 90's, and to have it covered up was sacrilege. After pulling up a corner of the carpet and seeing it still there, well, the carpet had to go.

Crowley's is still kicking and doing good. I work there on my own now and when it gets crowded at the eleventh hour I ask for help behind the bar from some of my regulars. Everybody wants to have ago, but not everybody can do it pissed. They help me a lot, I love my little Rock chickettes. A few people are asking when I'm gonna do my next Fetish Night, it's been awhile since the last one and there's a lot of pervs around in this little town, and I love them also ;-).... Maybe in April, it's not to far off so I need to put my thinking cap on for a new theme..... Hmmmm..... I need a joint, a glass of whisky or two and some bloody good sex to get my thoughts aroused enough to come up with a new theme, better than the last one.
I've bought a pair of very sexy rubber jeans that I can't wait to wear with my new rock steel heeled boots. Mind is in over drive right now, It's time to leave the key board and start tapping my fingers on something else....